A Timeless Obsession

Heya. Just dropping in to leave a quick note:

In light of the recent quakes in Christchurch, I feel it's best to mention that I'm not actually there (and won't be until the start of Jan). Spending Xmas with the family in Dunedin.

Feeling pretty odd, knowing these are going on and I'm not there right in the middle of it. First big ones I've missed since September 2010!

All my love to everyone in my home city <3

Also, I promise to spam you with fic after Xmas. Turns out I missed the kinkfest sign-ups, because I am a dork and thought claiming was open longer, but I've got ideas to be written regardless.

My 2011 Hp_Darkfest fic:

Title: Iron
Characters: Lucius Malfoy, Benjy Fenwick
Summary: There is no hunting like the hunting of man.
Prompt: Ideals demand sacrifices. So does honor. So does war. Love has no say in this.
Rating: R
Word count: ~3,900
Warnings: graphic violence, torture
Author/Artist's notes: My initial prompt has very little to do with the the final product, but it did serve as an interesting springboard. The rather more appropriate quote, found in the summary/header, belongs to Ernest Hemingway.

( there is no hunting like the hunting of man )

Going back to Christchurch today. Will be staying with with family temporarily, out in Rangiora, and getting a ride to/from work, starting Monday.

No internet connection at that house, so I'll catch up in the weekends when I can nip down to the library and hog their free wifi.

Catch you on the flipside!

Heading back to Christchurch next week! Don't know exactly when, though. I also have no idea where I'm going when I get there, but am trying to find a flat. Don't need much, after all - just a room in a house that won't fall on me, that's close enough for me to walk/bike to work.

Hell, I don't even need furniture, because I'm going to be keeping everything on the floor anyway. Or a bed, for that matter. Actually, I'd be perfectly happy to put up a tent in someone's back yard, as long as I could keep my stuff in their house. Or garage. Whatever, as long as no one can nick it. I once spent two months living in a tent, of my own free will. I swear to god, I am not picky.

I am, however, in a very, very strange mood. My life is up in the air, and everything is so all over the place that my mind has gone 'right, well, fuck it, let's just screw that shit for now and go dance'.

It feels good =) Makes me want to write...

First things first - I'm okay, and the family is okay.

The house is majorally fucked, but we're alive. I'm now out of the city for a few days, so I've got power and running water (which is surreal - I spent several minutes staring into the hand basin going 'wow' this morning) and one good night of sleep under my belt.

There's a livejournal post here, if you want to read more.

Yes, sorry, I am alive. I've just been having a break for a few months, but I'm back in the saddle, so to speak, and I come bearing Next-gen fic.

Title: Untitled
Characters: Albus Severus, James II, Harry
Word Count: 1518
Warnings: Dysfunctional family relations, anti-muggle and pro-Dark sentiments, fistfights, swearing, un-beta'd (so not much, really)

Summary: Everyone has a breaking point.

( I'm no hero, guilty as charged... )

Christchurch is hit by 7.1 earthquake

Yes, this is my city, and yes, I'm fine. Family's all good, although one of my cousins now has only half a flat. The aftershocks are terrible, though, because you just go through the whole day hyperalert and poised to dive for the nearest avaliable cover. It's really draining. We've had about 100 aftershocks already, and they're telling us that these could go on for weeks yet.

Not to mention the storm that's meant to hit tonight. Oh yay...

I am stupid and forgot to post this here :S

My Next-Gen Darkfest fic.

Title: Tempest
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,066
Pairing: Lucius/Draco/Scorpius
Warnings: consensual incest, cross-gen, blood sport (hunting), violence, sex magic, double penetration, minor character death *Arthur Weasley*
Summary: Midnight, the first drop of rain against his shoulder, the second against his thigh and then the downpour, sudden and sharp and followed by a rumble of thunder...

Author's Notes: Based on Prompt #63 - 'legacy'.

( come closer my love, let me tear your heart apart )

*cough*

I'M GOING TO METALLICA!!!!

and, also, I'm alive <3

They arrived a few days late. Oh well:

( Click. )

True Blood Season Three???

Fuck yes!!!

It's official - I've found my Hugo Weasley!!

( Images behind the cut. )

Why is it that whenever I get into a writing funk, my muse is only able to chip in with: 'Lets make Lucius kill someone.'

*headdesk*

_{Admittedly, it's actually helpful for dark!fic, but what if I don't want to murder all and sundry?}

Random thought on the next HP movies:

I wonder if they're going to make Isaacs!Lucius do a Lily Potter. Parental sacrifice and all that.

Dude, you can't make Draco fatherless. Who will wreck terrible quasi-vengence on Buckbeak anyone stupid enough to try and hurt him??

This was written for the 09 HP Prisonerfest, but apparently I forgot to post it here.

Title: Seven On A Scale From Dead To Breathing
Recipient: the community
Rating: R
Pairing: Lucius/Albus Severus
Word Count: 2,600
Warnings: little bit of dub-con

Notes: As far as prisoner scenarios go this is rather tame, but it does take place in a jail so hopefully that makes up for it. Words in bold belong to Richard Siken, title shamelessly filched from The Dresden Dolls. Many thanks to K for trawling through this- any remaining mistakes belong to me. Oh, and Albus is 18, just so you know - he's just still in his 7th year when this occurs.

Summary: Not all prisoners are behind bars, and not all those behind bars are prisoners. A series of Azkaban interludes between Lucius Malfoy and Albus Potter.


( it should follow, you know this )

Note to self: Do not read Tolkien before attempting to write HP fic, and do not send olde-fashiony-styled texts to sister explaining the various ways in which the words 'nay', 'thee', 'thou', and 'forsooth' have accidently dropped into my conversations. Equally, do not send them in quasi pirate-speak, because that just makes things even more confusing.

My vocabulary has suffered greatly in the last twenty-four hours.

(Honestly, forsooth??? That one isn't even in the Silmarillion!)

My DBB fic has done the unthinkable - I've actually managed to write Draco out of it!!! Argh. I've backtracked my plot, surgically removed Harry from his position as main character, and am now trying to rewrite the last ... oh, 6k or so. And then finish it (which mean another 3k of words, I think). *smacks self* I can do that in 3 days, right? *nervous laugh*

Oh well, so it might well turn out to be a quasi-20K post-DBB fic. But I'm going to finish this even if I have to shackle myself to my laptop, and then shackle my laptop to a table, and then throw the keys across the room. That way writing will obviously be preferable to dragging a dirty great table around hunting for keys.

I had flow, goddammit, for the first time in ages. And now my brain has gone back to 'oooh, fic... ooh, window... ooh, shiny watch... ooh, trilogy of extended Lord of the Rings dvd's*. And also: 'oh, damn, I need a job.' (And being a totally geeky introvert =/= easy job finding in this city **)

This is not at all conductive to fic-writing, I say!!!

* = That said, I can't wait till the next two Hobbit movies are out in extended format - it'll make the marathon that much longer, which is totally epic.

** = And having said that, why can't I find one single bookshop looking for staff?? Or an art shop? Or some other shop that people go into, but prefer to browse quietly rather than talk with the staff. Since, you know, I'm about as socially adept as a hedgehog when dealing with people I don't know.

Why have I not studied IT? I could be introverted and earning money at the same time. And I like technology......

Job hunting is so not fun! Especially when you're not even in the city you're meant to be finding work in... blah. Of course, it doesn't help that I currently have the attention span of a goldfish XD

Also, my DBB fic has managed to un-Draco itself somewhere around the 10k mark, and Harry has decided to fuck the whole thing up. I fail.

It is a little bit sad that, while on holiday, I actually missed having my Harry Potter books around? I didn't even want to read them, I just wanted them to be there so I could casually glance at them from time to time. Lol.

But, if all goes well I should have the last of James Barclay's 'Legend Of The Raven' books tomorrow to add to my collection. I'm a bit miffed that they changed the covers, because now it won't fit in right (this is a real pet peeve of mine - I hate having different styled covers or sized books for the same series), but my god I really want to read it after finishing Demonstorm this morning.

Also, I cannot, for the life of me, manage to finish anything I've written in the past, oh, half a year. It's driving me completely barmy, I tell you.

God, I love Runrig!

They are quite possibly the single most epic band in the history of the world. <3